Jesus, des­cend with glo­ry crowned,
Make bare Thy migh­ty arm;
Let the arc­han­gel’s trum­pet sound
The dread and loud alarm.

Let the re­bel­lious race ap­pear
Before Thine aw­ful seat,
There the de­ci­sive sen­tence hear,
Thy just dis­plea­sure meet.

See the whole globe of earth on fire,
And towns and for­ests blaze,
While those who made them their desire,
Are filled with wild am­aze.

Let sin­ners now to mount­ains pray,
To rocks for shel­ter fly;
Mountains will shake as well as they,
The rocks in frag­ments lie.

But saints the scene with calm­ness view,
Now their re­demp­tion’s near;
Their Judge is their Re­deem­er too,
Whose love for­bids their fear.